In the garden which you planted in your veranda

In the garden which you planted in your veranda
The soil is sown with pepper tomatoes and parsley
And by missing a place to escape to
I will shrink my body into a seed of a fruit

Internal burning gives life here
Internal combustion destroys it
Death is a familiar relative, a constant shadow
A sun by its light one should guide his way
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I have no place, I still have no place
Chrysanthemums blossom in your improvised garden
I sowed my death in one of the flower-pots

At seven o'clock in the morning on a fastened day
I planned the removal to a plot of land
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Do come foxes or wolves of deserted places
We shall plan an exceptional friendship here
And I shall also plan friendship with the vine


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion